After dinner, Li Si and Leng Mochen left home, leaving Long Wu alone to chat with the elderly lady.
"Where are we going?" Li Si asked as the car drove farther and farther away from the city center.
Leng Mochen focused intently on driving but spared a moment to glance at her and chuckle, "I'm selling you off!"
"Pfft, selling me won't fetch much! Selling you might be more worth it!" She looked out at the scenery. It was just past 3 p.m., the streets crowded with pedestrians, and traffic jammed everywhere—likely caused by people shopping for New Year's goods.
The streets of Beijing were adorned with red lanterns, festively decorated to exude the warmth of the New Year. The weather was splendid, with clear skies and sunlight streaming through the windshield, warming them.
"No way! You're priceless! Selling by the pound would make you worth even more," he teased shamelessly, loving the sight of her puffing up in anger.
